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THE ZENA SCROLLS: CHAPTER III



THE ZENA SCROLLS: CHAPTER III

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Zena 1
(4/24/03 6:19 am)

She heard the sound before anything else. It was rhythmic, like a heartbeat, but each pulse ended in a crash. The crash of a wave on the shore. Water, the sea. For a few beats she listened in the dark and then the blackness evaporated from her vision. It was replaced by a burnt sienna hue. The color integrated into a texture and tapestry of small sticks, no, needles. Pine needles. Beneath her feet lay a soft rug, a cushion of pine needles. She scuffed the toe of her boot down into them, raising the scent of the pine and she took a full deep breath. Slowly she lifted her head and saw the blue of the sea below, beating against a white sand beach couched in the arms of a rocky inlet. From within the coolness and shade of the stand of pines she gazed out past the tree trunks at a cloudless azure sky, a tiny breeze kissed her forehead and tossed her black curls back from her face. The scent of the pines filled her with a sense of well being, of belonging, and she curled one arm around the trunk just to feel the solid presence. She laid her head against the bark thinking that she could stand in this place for all eternity.

The hill upon which the pines were rooted loomed over an enticing green valley that rolled up again into a gentle incline and then became another, lower hillside. Cutting through the green, a road wandered along, chalky white with ground marble gravel as a base. It was pressed deeply into two wagon tracks with stray clumps of grass between that were sprinkled randomly along the route. The road went over the hill and was hidden from sight. Aside from the small birds singing tiny concertos in the pine branches there was no sign of life in this Grecian paradise. As she rested, she placed her right hand on her hip (it seemed familiar to do so) and as she did her hand touched her belt. The feel of the leather under her fingers made her reach for something that should hang there but her fingertips found nothing.

As she pondered the sense that something was gone from it’s place, a rumbling sound came from behind her and the pine needle cushion shook as a chariot drawn by white horses and laden with several smiling people passed near to her stand of pines. They were singing but the language was not one she spoke or understood. Her eyes followed the chariot as it moved down the road toward the far hills, leaving a small cloud of white dust behind the wheels. She stood on tiptoe while holding on to the tree for balance trying to see what she thought looked like wings fastened to the sides above the wheels.
“They come along quite often.” A male voice at her right startled her and she turned her head quickly pulling aside the small evergreen branch she had been holding.
“What?”
“I said, they come along quite often.” Across the road from the pines were two Doric columns and a set of marble stairs. It looked as if the columns guarded an entrance to a temple but there was no building behind them, only the clear sky. On the steps into which the name “Ares” was carved, sat a young man, dressed in the tunic and armor of Imperial Rome. He had removed his helmet and had laid it upon the step beside him where it caught and reflected the sunlight. He was looking steadily at her with some curiousity and he opened his hands in a gesture that spoke of peace.
“Ave,” she said, not really knowing why she said that.
“Ave,” he replied, sitting up a bit straighter at the sound of a familiar word.
Moving from tree to tree she cautiously came a little closer to the road and he held up one hand to stop her.
“You can’t come here. I tried to cross to your side but it isn’t possible. Besides..” Just then another chariot rumbled by, obscuring him until the dust settled. “Besides, I WAS going to say, it’s dangerous. You never know when one will go by.”
The road on her right came over a steep hill and so it seemed that the chariots came out of nowhere, suddenly cresting the top and descending speedily. She looked up the hill and then back at him and it came to her that it was important to cross, even though she would have to leave the pines. Once she was certain of her choice she moved swiftly across the rutted road.

She arrived safely and climbed the marble stairs much to the amazement of the young soldier whose appearance, as she saw him closer, was like a figure of Apollo.
“How did you do that?” he laughed.
“I don’t know,” she took a seat beside him and turned away to look at the beautiful sea that gave her such peace. He followed her gaze and they sat in the late afternoon sun, two strangers feeling perfectly comfortable together. At length she pointed to the small Greek fishing boats in the harbor below, “Do you fish?” He looked at the Roman galleys wondering why she asked about fishing. Slowly as if shaking the uncertainty from his head he said, “No. [sign in to see URL].”
“Dig? Dig what? In the dirt?”
“Yes, in the soil. I am the son [sign in to see URL] farmer. Yes! A farmer! Thank you! I had forgotten that.”
“A farmer. Why would anyone farm?”
He looked startled and pulled back a little to look at her. “Why, for food, for the joy of it.”
“Can’t you just LOOK for food when you need it?”
His tanned face broke into a grin and his blue eyes sparkled. “You plant the seeds and then you tend the crop as it grows, waiting for the day when you can gather what you have sown. It’s wonderful. We have a small vinyard south of Rome. Harvest time is full of the smell of ripe grapes crushed in the press and great celebrations of the feast. Jupiter himself has no finer wine.” He smiled broadly then and she smiled in return, enjoying his happiness if not the concept he cherished. A light breeze brushed them and as he shifted his body on the stairs, his military issue sandals scraped on the loose stone. From this angle he could see her better and he leaned back against the steps. She looked like a carving of Minerva he had once seen.
“Nonne alicubi prius convenimus?” he murmured.
“No, I’ve never seen your face before today.”
“Sentio me iam te novisse.”
“I feel that I know you too, but I can’t quite remember where we met.” She broke his gaze and surveyed the sky then looked around at the ground near them. “We should make a fire. It will be dark soon.”
“No, it never gets dark here. It’s always the time just before sunset. The golden afternoon.”
She frowned. It seemed out of place to frown. “How can time stand still?”
He shrugged under his officer’s cloak. “It just does.”
An elderly man in Athenian dress came down the road from over the hill and as they watched he labored with the aide of a staff to walk. Each step he took seemed to come easier and soon after he passed them he had thrown the stick down and was running along the wagon ruts jumping into the air joyfully every few feet. They laughed together but she stopped when from the place where the old man had entered she heard faint voices.
“Did you hear that?” she asked the soldier.
“Hear what?”
“Nothing. I. .thought. .”
The voices had made her think about herself for the first time. She noticed then that she was not too warm or too cool, not hungry or full, not tired but not fully awake. When she questioned him he nodded and said he felt the same. Nothing hurt, all was well, but somehow there were things that were missing. He too felt that some possession that he always carried should be at his belt but could not remember what. As they talked she heard the call again from over the hill.
“What’s back there?” she pointed and pulled at his arm, hoping he would suggest they explore.
“Nothing. Something. I can’t go back . . and I can’t go ahead” his face told her that he had made the attempt already. Another chariot of travelers passed and she could unquestionably see the wings on the sides this time. Again she heard voices, clearer now and two louder than the rest.
She felt pulled to go up the road to see who was calling but shrank from the next group moving down the hill. A cohort of Roman soldiers had suddenly appeared and marched down toward the valley double time. He called after them, “Wait! Wait for me!” He gave her a pleading look. “I know those men. I was part of that cohort, an officer I think. I belong with them . . ” He took her shoulders in his hands, looked deeply into her hazel eyes and asked the question they both had skirted. “Where are we? Is this. .



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Re: THE ZENA SCROLLS: CHAPTER III



Zena 1
(4/24/03 6:19 am)

... Continued ...

“I can’t stay here,” she whispered tearing free. She stood up and ran down the steps and he followed quickly after her.
“Don’t go. Until you came, no one stopped. No one talked to me. I was alone”, he was embarrassed that he had admitted his lonliness and turned his face away. The sound of the marching Romans faded into the distance.
“What keeps you here?” she grabbed his muscular arm and tried to move him from where he stood. He pulled away and held his head in his hands.
“A message. . . My parents. . I can’t move on until they know. . I wanted to return.”
She spoke urgently but softly into his ear, “I will take the message. Give me a token so they will know me.” The stronger of the two voices from beyond the hill echoed in her head, nearly blocking out his answer. She felt them so near that now all of her ached to be with them, there were no perfect days without them, no peace. All was as nothing unless they were all together. He pulled a ring from his finger and looked at it lovingly; it bore an image of a vine and grapes and a name, “Gaeus” across the golden surface.
“Hurry! I must go NOW!” Her decision made to go she could stand still no longer. He placed the token on the ring finger on her right hand. She squeezed his hands once, pledging loyalty with her eyes and ran toward the road. As she raced up the hill toward the top he called to her , “I remembered something else! My name! Tell them Flavius will see them again!!!!!”
“Flavius, I have it! Flavius!” She stopped long enough to turn and hold up a hand as he did to her, and in the noise of a wind that had suddenly come up like the howling of a wolf she crested the hill and dove head first to fall back into the blackness. Alone again, Flavius Gaeus a loyal son of Rome and soldier for Caesar sat down again to wait, running his hand over the word “Mars” carved in the step. This time he faced his imprisonment with a hopeful heart.

As she fell she heard “Zeeeeennaaaaaa” and her eyes opened painfully to another sea, a sea of beloved faces that emerged from the evaporating darkness.

Edited by: Zena 1 at: 4/24/03 10:48:58 am

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EvergreenLM
(4/24/03 4:54 pm)

The Golden Snowfall

I have seen the golden snowfall before.

Once, when I was a young girl, I watched it as it fell from the sky and gently drifted into smalls glistening hills as the bright full moon receded from its night watch.

I saw it. Sparkling among the mounds of tufted white on the trees, on the ground, and raining down as I shook it from my dark chestnut hair.

You never knew this, but I gathered it up thinking I would take my new found treasure to the market, and there, buy you a token. It would be a silver coin stamped with a pine bough-for Evergreen you know.

Understand that I was but a child and did not realize that such a thing existed just because I wanted it to. The power of my will had never met any test that I had not become the victor.

The token. An amulet of my protection for you as sterling as my promise made in the dark of a moonless night. It is all I had to give you. Just my words… in the dark.

With my leather pouch thrown over my shoulder, I ran to the market as the sun rose and sallied in and out of the winter gray sky. And the golden shimmering sparkles…in the snow…fed my fervor to purchase the coin I knew with an innocent certainty awaited me.

I pounded on his door and when he did not answer, I bent down picking up a stone that I tossed with accuracy hitting the upstairs window... ping. Again, a second and a third stone! Ping…ping.

I shouted. “Timerius, wake up…it’s meeeee…Evergreen…open your door, I wish to make a purchase…wake up.” My voice echoed through the sleeping village that was silent save only a dog barking as reply to my early morning intrusion.

The window shutters creaked opened as Timerius rubbed the sleep from his round ruddy cheeks. “By the gods Evergreen…what do you want from me at this hour? I swear to Olympus…do you ever sleep!?”

“Good morning!” I shouted as if I had never heard the raillery in his tone. “I need a coin…a large silver one…with a pine branch!”

The shutters closed and seemingly a child’s eternity of time passed before I heard the bar being drawn from the large oak door. The wrought iron clasp lowered at the handle as the door swung wide. I had never seen a man in his sleep shirt before and I thought how odd a thing it was.

“Come in ch-i-i-i-l-d.”, the short man yawned as he scratched his large belly. “What’s this about a coin, Evergreen?”

“I need one…for my friend…for Zena. She’s afraid of…well…I took an oath and cannot tell. I promised to protect her... and the coin…will be the way…so she never gets hurt. Do you have such a thing Timerius…for Zena?”

I took my leather pouch and held it out to him. “Here…I can pay…gold…I gathered it in the [sign in to see URL] it…all of [sign in to see URL] trade…for just one coin.”

Timerius took my dripping bag and looked inside. The sides of his eyes crinkled as he looked into the pouch and, slowly, raised back up to meet my gaze. I thought he smiled because he knew he was getting the better of the trade. After all, who would not take the gold for just one coin…just one.

“What a fine trade indeed…indeed.” He took the bag and placed it on a high shelf, and as he climbed back down the small ladder, his pudgy hand grabbed a jar of molten blue. It rattled as he sat it down upon the counter. “Well, let’s see what we have here…” he picked up the jar and swished it around…Clang…clang…“reach inside child and choose your coin.”

I will never know how it came to be that I drew out such a coin as I desired which glistened as brightly as the gold I saw in the snow. I felt it’s weight in my hand and tossed it up and down a few times before speaking. “Very well…fair trade Timerius…fair trade.”

Laughter was heard as I ran from the shop. I held tightly onto my gift for you until I found you sitting on the rock…our rock…the place where we always met…waiting for each other.

“Ze…Ze…ZeNA…” I panted out your name as I bent at the waist and held onto my thighs thinking my breath may never return. You turned your head with your usual amused smile saved only for me.

I grabbed you down from the rock and ordered you...“put out your hand.” And you did…without question. “Now close your eyes.” And…again…you did.

I took your hand, placed the silver coin in your palm, and gently closed your fingers over it. “ For you…so you will never die…like I promised.”

Puzzled hazel eyes met mine as you unfurled your fingers from my gift. And…in the palm of your hand…to my awe and astonishment…was a golden ring with the image of ripe grapes with the word Gaeus intertwined through the leaves.

I saw your lips as they moved, but I could not hear your words as the noise of a great wind carried them away. And in a flash of a time we stood perfectly still…until… I awoke and found your head resting in my lap as golden snow gently fell upon your face.

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"It is What it Is"

Edited by: EvergreenLM at: 4/27/03 11:49:03 am

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Re: THE ZENA SCROLLS: CHAPTER III



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Zena 1
(4/25/03 9:53 pm)

To Sleep, Perchance To Dream

The faces emerged from the darkness, living portraits painted on an azure canvas. She blinked to clear her unfocused eyes and missed the delighted smiles from the assembled guardians. Zena tilted her head back a little to see whose lap held her, although she knew without seeing. Her trembling right arm reached upward slowly to the concerned face and the back of her hand and fingers traced the cheek that had been so brutally bruised. Evergreen’s face was whole again and framed in the most beautiful aura of golden dust. She turned her cheek to meet Zena’s fingers. “Healed. So soon?” Zena thought. As she gazed at her and filled her heart with the cherished sight of her sister, she became aware of feeling again in her left hand and shifted somewhat so that she could see who held it so tightly. The “small one” among them, Gabby, ever hopeful, was clinging with both hands to Zena as if she could force life back into her cold fingers. She washed both their hands with tears and when she felt a reassuring squeeze from her mother she looked up with a start. Her response was a smile that had no equal but the sun. Gabby too, was encased in the strange golden dust, and squinting in the sparkle of it Zena anxiously sought the others through the blessed mist.

Phalon approached and brushed the forehead where she had once left a kiss for one in death, and offered a sip of water, cool upon parched lips that were white in their extreme dryness. Her appearance had changed. “Where is the blue robe, warrior and mystic?”

Xendra had a cloak to share, her face the serene image of one who had been exorcised of demons and was now free. Zena whispered in an exhausted voice as she received the covering, “Welcome home.” Xendra grinned with a new liveliness.

Blackwolf knelt near Zena’s feet with a pouch of herbs and filled with an obvious energy that had renewed itself in the giving. Zena’s nod to her said, “Now we are truly sisters.”

Puella stood back with head bowed, bearing a burden of undeserved guilt. As the golden mist gathered on their shoulders and touched their souls she put the burden down and came to sit opposite Evergreen at Zena’s head knowing that she was accepted there.
Zena’s hand fell from Evergreen’s face, weighted down by the golden ring and the call of sleep. She sighed and stretched in comfort and as her eyes closed it came to her that one friend was missing, “..[sign in to see URL]?” The riddle faded from her thoughts and wrapped in the security of the one who had kept her promise, she gave herself easily to Morpheus. He had come to whisper a song of the sleep that heals all and of dreams that bear a reminder of an oath sworn in the twilight by the side of the road to eternity.
Gently Evergreen brushed the golden snow from Zena’s sleeping face. In watchful silence around them, the sisters began their preparation to seek a shelter, for in this realm time flowed on and there was need of a fire to keep the darkness and the cold in it’s place.

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(4/28/03 11:50 am)

Out of the darkness

Xendra was not exactly sure what had transpired near the battle’s end and could not quite yet comprehend the price that had been paid for such a victory.

Victory had its final foothold when Xendra found the courage and strength to add her own voice to the anguished yells of banishment, the last of the black ooze came spilling out of her…and thus unleashing the radiant power of goodness and light.

For with the last syllable of Xendra’s decry of banishment, the last speck of black ooze hit the ground. and evaporated.

As of that very moment, Xendra was no longer a pawn trapped in dark, morose and unsavory thoughts, controlled by unseen forces..

The loathsome and lonesome cold within Xendra was replaced by an indescribable warmth.

Glorious changes with Xendra’s spirit began to occur…but
she couldn’t help but wonder was such deliverance possible?

Could the battle against Evil ever really be won?

Xendra, still in pain and physical darkness was not ready to wholeheartedly trust the changes that were taking place inwardly.

As the others stirred about, Xendra remained unmoved, silent lost in a stupor of confusion and disbelief.

As a lightness of being over took the darkness of Xendra’s thoughts and the feelings of confusion and disbelief fell away.

For an instant Xendra forgot the somber circumstances that they had been involved in.

Coming to her senses, Xendra once more stood in silence. This time she joyfully listened to heart for the first time in ages, thump thump, thump thump. She was indeed alive.

Hearing her own heartbeat though, made her wonder about Zena .
Xendra searched her mind, she did not recall Zena’s voice being amongst the ones who had called out.

Xendra slowly and deliberately turned to see if she could hear news of Zena’s condition or how the stranger known as Red had fared but to Xendra’s chagrin all she heard was a deafening silence.

Although Xendra still could not see clearly. Xendra knew more than anything she needed and wanted be with there for Evergreen and to pay homage to her sister and friend Zena .

Xendra did not know if her presence would be welcomed or wanted but it weighed on Xendra’s heart and mind,to not know the fate of Zena .

So,Xendra being as head strong and determined as ever, braved the darkness of her eyes and somehow managed to gingerly find her way to where Zena laid outstretched in Evergreen’s protective and loving arms.

Sadly, Xendra did not see Zena as she tilted her head or how Zena slowly reached up with a trembling arm to trace the outline of Evergreens face, nor could did she see the spectacle as the golden aura of dust encompassed and fell upon each one of them.

Xendra did not see the tears or Gabby’s radiant smile as Zena returned the hand squeeze. However she did feel someone brush by and gasped in deligh as she heard Zena’s parched throat croak “Where’s the blue robe, warrior and mystic?”

Xendra upon hearing the words wanted to do something for Zena so without hesitation or thought,Xendra rose and unlatched the clasp the latch to the black cloak she wore.

As Xendra brought the cloak around to extend over Zena’s body golden dust settled upon it, turning the cloak from the darkest black to the purest white.

With the cloak removed from her being, the golden dust freely began to fall upon Xendra as well. Xendra did not know or understand that the golden mist would accomplish what words or deeds could not .

The power that resided in the touch of the golden mist would allow wounds to be healed, heated words and feelings of hatred between to be forgiven but not however forgotten.

As the golden mist began to do it’s work on Xendra it was as if scales fell off of Xendra’s eyes. At first she instinctively closed her eyes to protect her from the lights bright glare but then she quickly reopened them for the world was once again alive with beautiful colors and textures.

Xendra radiated with joy as she saw all the familiar faces gathered round Zena and was beyond delighted when she saw that Evergreen’s bruised and battered face had been made whole.

Zena welcomed Xendra “Home”. Xendra was at a lose for words at Zena’s greeting , for it was beyond anything she could have hoped for or imagined.

All Xendra could do was gleefully and gratefully smile at Zena

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(4/28/03 9:16 pm)

Golden Aftermath

My head bowed after the intense battle with Phalon against the Red Warrior. My breath labored, my heart still pulsating in rhythm with the Sword of Ares...

The scene flashes through my head, the swords meeting in time with the rhythmic beat of the Amazon drums from my [sign in to see URL] clashing of our swords, [sign in to see URL] missing their targets as each move was made in perfect motion.

A dance of all [sign in to see URL] dance of [sign in to see URL] never ending circle of all things. When death only brings forth a new beginning. Listening to each movement, anticipating reactions to every attack. My focus moving internally as the rhythmic beat grew louder.

My mind flashing back to another time, another place...
A bonfire, ceremonial masks, the finest [sign in to see URL] can feel the strength of all the women I see before me as they dance to the beat of the drums...

Each fluid motion had meaning, [sign in to see URL] and discipline coursing through their [sign in to see URL] veins. Rocking back and forth, mimicing the hand movements of the [sign in to see URL] time as I tap on my legs, as I sit legs crossed watching intently from the sidelines...

A woman stands before me, leaning down, looking into my [sign in to see URL] familiar tunic, the smell of sweat, mixed with lavander [sign in to see URL] smile and giggle as the most beautiful woman I had ever known appeared from beneath her mask. Eyes the color of the sky on a summers [sign in to see URL] deeper then the ripest berries on the [sign in to see URL] cheekbones high upon her face with the most contageous smile...

Touching her cheek as she lifted me up and danced with me around the giant [sign in to see URL] silver streaks in her dark hair reflecting the [sign in to see URL] with the [sign in to see URL] present was her smile and joyous spirit, as we circled the center of the [sign in to see URL]?

The rhythm of the drums as they sounded in my [sign in to see URL] breath as the exhaustion of the battle played itself [sign in to see URL] strength and determination increase with the power of my vision.

A flash of [sign in to see URL] now I stand here battle [sign in to see URL] Warrior thrown from my sight in retribution for her [sign in to see URL] her knowledge and strength to banish the evil power.

I look towards the gathering of warriors, kneeling around Zena's [sign in to see URL] moment of [sign in to see URL] wretching guilt overwhelms [sign in to see URL] could I have been so [sign in to see URL] one confrontation led to her lifeless body before [sign in to see URL] should have paid more [sign in to see URL] should have seen her [sign in to see URL] should have...

As I drop my sword onto the ground and place my head in my hands a golden mist blankets me from head to [sign in to see URL] my [sign in to see URL] my [sign in to see URL] wounds from battle vanished, my guilt lifted as I witness the rising and falling of Zena's chest with each breath she takes...

I walk towards Zena and take my place aside [sign in to see URL] from Evergreen and [sign in to see URL] golden mist continued to heal the band of warriors brought together to fight a common [sign in to see URL] circling around Zena, united in the Golden Aftermath...



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blackwolf
(4/29/03 12:51 pm)

Memories and Destiny

The golden dust settled upon me, and immediately I felt rejuvenated. I raised my hand to my head, and found it healed with no scar. I looked around and saw that everyone else had been healed as well. Even Zena, who even with my surge of strength had seemed to pass out of this world for a second, was looking at all the faces around her. I felt such joy and strength that I wanted to lift my head and howl at the bright, blue sky. The only other time I had ever felt this alive was when Montara and I had joined bodies. Even Montara was feeling better, urging me to go running over the hills. As much as I wanted to, I still had obligations to fulfill here. He reluctantly agreed.

I watched as Phalon exited the clearing, walking in the direction that Red had been thrown. My joy quickly died down to a simmer. Nobody could've survived that, I thought, not even a priestess like Bhen Rudha. I wanted to follow Phalon, but I just couldn't make myself. Not yet. When I thought of Red, I had a feeling of failure, like I hadn't done all that I could have for her. "But you did, pet." Montara assured me. "You did all you could. I know it is in your blood to protect and help as much as possible, but there are some things that must happen, and this was one of them."

I silently nodded my head as I picked up my bag of herbs. "I know. But it still hurts."

Montara agreed. Not only was he feeling my pain in the loss of Red, but I was sure he was feeling her ravens' pain also. Of that I felt a remnant myself.

I put up a smile though as I went and knelt at Zena's feet. Now was a time of rejoicing, not sadness. I watched as strength slowly returned to her. Phalon had come back, and I could tell by her face what she had found was not good. I would ask her later.

"Now we are truly sisters," Zena said to me. I smiled at her, unwrapped her bandages, and checked her wound. Of course, it was completely healed. When she had gained enough strength, I helped her to stand. She still leaned on Evergreen and Gabby, but she would be right as rain soon enough. I gathered up all the bandages and herbs and returned them to Lukos' pack. I took time to truly say hi to him. It had been a while for us, and despite my sadness, I was still anxious to see if I could talk to him. My heart must not have been totally into it though because I couldn't make a connection.

"It'll take some time. You can't expect to master everything in a day." Montara assured me.

I contented myself to just hug and pet Lukos. It seemed he had missed me as well, for while we couldn't talk as yet, he was still extremely affectionate. That made me feel a little better. The sun was starting to set over the hills when I walked back to Phalon and pulled her off to the side. "What did you find?"

Knowing I was talking about Red, she too got a sad look in her eyes. "I found her some way into the forest. She had a broken leg and a dislocated shoulder. She'd also been impaled by Evergreen's sword. There was nothing I could do. I also found her raven, the one that had disappeared, nearby. I thought the most appropriate thing to do would be to have them lay together for eternity. I pulled Evergreen's sword out, placed the raven on Red's chest, and covered them both with my robe. I wish I could do more, but I don't know what exactly can be done. I don't know what tradition there is for her people when a warrior dies, and I feel that imposing some other tradition in her burial would be wrong. She did so much for us, I feel it would be degrading in a way."

I nodded my head in understanding. When I died, I wouldn't want some other tradition imposed upon me, no matter how honorable it might be.

Just as I was about to send my own prayers of thanksgiving for her to the heavens, I felt a stirring in the air. Not a breeze in the sense. More of a changing. I looked around to see what could've caused this, and what I saw caused my breath to catch in my [sign in to see URL] walking out of the woods and into the clearing, still wrapped in Phalon's cloak.

Phalon and I looked at each other in confusion. How could this be? I glanced back at Red, and saw the cloak glittering in the setting sun from some of the golden dust that still clung lovingly to the garment. "The dust. It might not have been the amount that the rest of us received, but obviously it was enough to heal her," I said.

As she walked towards us, I could tell from the way she walked and held herself that this wasn't entirely true. While her wounds had healed, she was still very weak. Not caring what the others might be thinking about what Red had done to them, I hurried forward to offer my help. It seemed that although both Red and Zena had sustained life-threatening injuries, Zena had received enough of the golden dust to not only heal her but return her strength. Red, on the other hand, had received only enough to heal her wounds.

Upon reaching her, knowing my intent, she held up her hand to stop me. "Nay. Dinnae be touchin' me."

"But you need my help. I can give you some of my strength. It's one of my gifts. Look, you can barely stand on your own."

She shook her head. "It would be ta painful for ye."

Confident in my abilities, I said "I think I can handle it." When she still denied my help, I looked her in the eyes and said "Please. Let me do this." I needed to do this, as much for me as for her. Realizing this, she slowly gave in to her weakness and sank to the ground. I followed her down, and kneeling next to her, closed my eyes to find that now familiar darkness. Upon finding what I was looking for, I reached out to her, putting one hand on her head and the other one grasping her hands, just as I'd done with Zena. Upon contact though, something different happened, something unexpected. I felt her, and saw her, not as what she was now, but as she was then, and I knew it was the same for her. Memories forgotten surfaced and passed between us. I saw her past, and she saw mine.....

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A young girl of no more than 6 summers sat at her father's knee, and listened to him explain her destiny. "You have a special gift and responsibility. Upon being born, we were told that you were to become a Protector of the people. It is now time for you to leave us."

"Leave you? Why? Don't you love me anymore? What did I do wrong?" The little girl asked with tears of confusion and hurt in her eyes.

"Of course we love you. We will always love you. You'll always be our little girl. But you must learn the way of the warrior, and that we cannot teach you. We are peaceful folk. All that you must learn will be taught to you from the elder Protector. Don't worry. You won't be the only one. Other kids of your age will be there."

"I don't care. I don't understand. I don't want to be a warrior. I want to stay here with you and Mom and brother and sister. I want to be peaceful with you. Don't make me leave," the little girl cried.

The father hugged the little girl to his breast and watched as an elderly man with the bearing of a warrior and a crow on his shoulder walked down the street. "I'm sorry, little one, my little Akeera. It is your destiny....."

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Time passed. Now, a girl of 12 stood in front of her mentor. Though she stood proud before him, tears gathered in her eyes and rolled down her cheeks as she listened to him speak. "I'm sorry Akeera. In order to become a Protector you must bond with an animal, of which you have not done. Like most of the other children in training, you should've bonded two years ago. We've allowed extra time for you just in case, but nothing has happened, and I must let you go."

"So what am I to do now?"

"Go back to your family. Grow herbs to heal people and to use in drinks. Do what all other peaceful people do."

"That is not my calling though. For the past six years I've trained to become a warrior. Now you just want me to forget all that and become peaceful? I can't do that."

Resting his hand on the girl's shoulder, he looked her in the eyes and replied "You must. It is your destiny......"

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blackwolf
(4/29/03 12:51 pm)

Memories and Destiny ... Continued ...

Time sped up. The same girl, now 16, was practicing down by the river. Though she was no longer officially a warrior, she still trained by herself to be one. No matter what the elder Protector said, she was not meant to be peaceful. Even if she couldn't be a Protector for the people, she could still be a warrior. She knew they existed. She'd heard of stories of mighty warriors outside the forest that fought without the aid of animal bonds. After climbing up a tree, she deftly flipped down to the ground, landing without any difficulty on her feet. Over the years, her agility and strength had increased, even without the constant training she'd been subject to before being sent home.

She thought about her life now. She lived at home with her parents and sister, who was now promised to a man. They were to have the official ceremony of joining later in the summer. She herself was getting to the age where she was to be promised to someone also. Her brother was already joined and expecting a young one. There was talk already that the child would be a Protector like none ever had been before.

A rustling behind her distracted her thoughts. She crouched down and grabbed a staff that she'd made herself. Heart thundering, she continued to stay in the crouched position, ready to spring any direction needed. Presently, a black wolf came out of the bushes, looked at her for a second with it's emerald eyes, then sat down. The girl slowly rose to a standing position and stared at the majestic animal. She'd grown up hearing the wolves howl in the forest, and had come upon a kill every once in a while, but she'd never met one before. Even though this wolf was still young by wolf standards, he had the eyes of a wise one. The girl knew she ought to be afraid, but she wasn't. It [sign in to see URL], correct, to be in the presence of this animal. Something that had been meant to happen for years.

"That is right. This has been meant to happen for many years now. The time is now right for us to be together."

Lowering the staff, confused by the voice in her head that seemed as natural as breathing, that filled her with a joy and completeness she never could have imagined, she asked "[sign in to see URL] are you?"

Rising to his feet, the wolf brushed up against her legs, and in the newly forged bond said "I am Montara. I am your destiny......"

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Time has no meaning. The young woman, now known as Blackwolf upon official recognition of her as a Protector, ran through the fields with Montara by her side. Her sword, which had been made specially for her by the old Protector, who had passed the summer before, slapped against her thigh. The woman and wolf ran for the fun of it. They had not had any problems come to their village, and still had the energy and exuberance that one still has when all the world is right.

All of the sudden, the wolf stops and raises it's nose in the air. Sensing the change in her companion, Blackwolf asked "What is it?"

"Fire. From the village. Something's wrong."

Without another word, the two sped off in the direction of the village. Where once their run had been carefree, now they ran with purpose and fear.

Horror of horrors met their eyes upon coming in site of the village. Many homes were burning, several people lay dead. Fighting was occurring at the east end of town. Protectors were trying their best to save what wasn't being burned or dead, but they were dreadfully outnumbered. Blackwolf drew her sword and started in the direction of the fighting. She didn't expect to live through the day. She was an unseasoned warrior like most of the others. She hadn't even killed anyone yet. But she knew responsibility, and she knew what she had to do.

Not looking down as she advanced, she tripped over a body. Turning to look, the sight brought a wordless no to her lips and a weakness in her knees. She dropped down next to the small body and rolled it over to expose the face of her little nephew. She had been personally training him to be a warrior, the Protector of all Protectors as foretold several years before. Now, he lay riddled with arrows, senselessly dead when a boy his age should've been playing. The small staff made for him by his loving aunt lay just beyond his reach, broken in two by the stroke of an unknown sword. Looking around, she saw all of her family in the same area, all slaughtered as they had tried to run away. Great racking sobs stole through her body. Her family, the people she was sworn to protect with her life since birth, lay dead around her.

"Behind you!" Montara yelled. Head clearing, Blackwolf rolled away as a sword came down to sever her head. Rolling to her feet, she ruthlessly slid her sword into the midsection of the soldier in front of her. From his armor, she could tell he was from a Roman legion. "Before you die, I want to know one thing. Why?"

Blood dripping from his lips, the soldier replied "Caesar wants this land for himself. He says it belongs to him, and that all who occupy it are defying his wishes."

"All of this carnage because Caesar wants a bigger empire?" At the soldiers nod, bloodlust filled the warrior, and her eyes turned a golden color that filled the soldier with fear. Through gritted teeth, she said "Thanks. That's all I needed to know." Jerking her sword from his stomach, she then whirled it around and cut off his head. With one last look at her first kill, she turned to her wolf and said "I have failed my family, but I will not fail in my destiny." With the need for blood filling her entire being, the woman threw her head back and gave one long howl, joined by Montara, as they yelled their own battle cry. She then charged into battle, her sword raised, a large black wolf by her side.

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The feeling of the bolt of lightning that had struck Red before now filled me, throwing me backwards out of contact. I lay there, drained of strength and reeling from what I had seen and felt from Red. My body still tingled. Whether from the feeling of the bolt of lightning striking my body or from the continual contact I'd had with Red, I did not know. It would take some time to recover though. As the sun faded from view, I looked up to see Red, standing in full strength now. Raising myself to my elbows, I grinned at her and said "[sign in to see URL] a rush."

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(4/30/03 10:17 am)

Remedies

Phalon watched the transfer of power between Blackwolf and Bhen Rudha and understood she was witnessing, not only a conveyance of revitalizing energy, but an exchange of knowledge as well. A knowledge of one another that strengthened the growing bond between the two passed, and feeling that this a very personal moment, Phalon turned away and focused her attention on the others.

She marveled that they had survived all that had transpired in what, really, was a short period of time, and that souls and bodies had come through seemingly intact. Oh, how times flies, she mused.

To Evergreen, cradling the sleeping Zena’s head in her lap, she said, “Think she’ll be hungry when she wakes?”

“Come on, Phalon, what do you think?” was the reply. “Have you ever known Zena not to be hungry?”

“Ok, then. We have some scrounging to do. She deserves a feast fit for a queen upon waking from her slumber.” Phalon looked around the clearing, and upon noticing the gift brought by Puella for really the first time, exclaimed, “The horses!” thinking - hoping, that some supplies must be left in their saddlebags.

“I don’t know what exactly you have in mind, Phalon, but I, for one, am not supping upon shank of Whisperer now - or ever.”

“No, I meant…”

Evergreen cut her off with a smile, and then both started to laugh, a cleansing, refreshing sound, pure in it’s ring, and contagious, so that all joined in the revelry, easing the weight of tension which hung upon them for what seemed to be ages. They went about setting camp and preparing the meal joyously and lighthearted.

And, oh what a meal it was! Simple, and even meager in content, but bountiful in the fact that they shared it together. A stew made from things gathered nearby, wild onions and carrots, and provisions remaining in the saddlebags, dried pepper and bits of dried meat, flavored with herbs provided by Phalon and Blackwolf. Never had anything tasted so wonderful. Phalon was a bit surprised upon seeing Blackwolf’s contribution to learn that she came from a people of herbalists and healers. She had placed the warrior, in her mind, as coming from a nomadic family of warriors, running in a pack, like the animal whose soul she shared. Funny, Phalon thought, the impressions one has of another, without truly knowing what their pasts held. Phalon knew that Blackwolf thought her somewhat eccentric perhaps, and that having a straightforward, no-nonsense approach to things herself, found Phalon’s ways during their recent adventure to be, in some degree, tedious and exasperating. This amused Phalon, and later, after the meal was finished and all were asleep for the night save herself and Blackwolf, she played up her eccentricities in front of the other, solely for her own amusement.

Phalon had always enjoyed the night. The stillness of it, the solitude, had always brought her comfort and was a time for quiet reflection. It was her time, and with her feral instincts, obviously Blackwolf’s time also. The two sat together, quietly gazing into the glowing embers of the dying fire, lost in their separate thoughts. The stillness was broken by Blackwolf, who moved to stoke the fire, and Phalon decided to have a little fun, something that seemed long forgotten of late.

She got out her saddlebag and started to shift through its contents. Blackwolf settled in, leaning back against the trunk of a tree, to watch the performance, slightly amused herself.

First, Phalon extracted a handful of scarves, holding each up to the firelight and examining them one by one. Each seemed gaudier than the last, in their bold, bright colors and design. At last, she decided upon a crimson and royal blue silk with tiny strands of golden colored thread running through and tiny brass beads sewed on the ends, and tied her long hair back at her neck. Blackwolf, watching the ritual, asked, “Phalon. Just how many scarves do you think you’ll need?”

“Call it a weakness. I just cannot pass a stall in a market selling these things without making a purchase. A handy collection too, don’t you think?” Eyeing the other’s now healed head, “Not only helpful for keep hair out of one’s eyes, but useful too for bandaging wounds, and tying up large black birds or other loose ends.”

Next she pulled out a necklace with baubles of small colored glass beads dangling from it and placed it around her neck. Another similar one made of brass was added, so that when she moved, the beads hitting together made a small tinkling sound, that sounded large in the stillness and quiet of the night in the forest around them. To accompany the necklaces, she slipped a multitude of brass bracelets in varying widths around her wrist, bartered for at the seaport and meant as gifts for her mother and sister-in-law whenever she next visited. Large hooped earrings with more glass beads bedecked her ears. Altogether, as she made the slightest movement, the clanking of metal and glass, made her sound as a one-woman band. Satisfied, that, in her newly added accessories, she looked befitting the title of mystic, Phalon moved on to the other contents.

She brought out vials and small parchment wrapped packages of oils and herbs, and laid them out in front of her. A small leather pouch containing a coarsely crushed powder was stared into and sniffed. In elaborate and exaggeration gestures, she flung pinches of the powder first over one shoulder, then the other.

“What is that suppose to do?” Blackwolf asked, rolling her eyes.

“Nothing. Just disposing of a potion grown a bit moldy.”

A big sigh was let loose from the younger, and seemingly more sane of the two.

Into a pot of simmering water on the fire, Phalon reached down to the forest floor, plucked a handful of small scalloped leaves growing there, and tossed them into the pot. As they brewed, a balsamic scent filled the air.

“Concocting some kind of potion? For what? To find love, bring on sleep, or perhaps, much more useful here, to cure insanity?”

“Actually, this little plant does all that and so much more, and so easy to find. It grows everywhere. Glechoma hederacea – ground ivy. Heals inward wounds, eases gripping pains, sore throats, headaches, hastens recovery of flesh wounds and bruises, and cures gout and toothaches. Added to a bath it can slow the aging process. Wrapped in a piece of red cloth and placed under your head before falling asleep, and you will dream of your next love. It also…”, Phalon said as she removed the pot from the fire, and stared into the swirling leaves, watching the direction they took as the swirling slowed, “has been known to detect Evil lurking.”

“Oh?” Blackwolf asked, eyebrows arched. “And what do the leaves tell now?”

“All is quiet”, Phalon answered, smiling. “It also makes for a pretty tasty cup of tea, if not a bit bitter. Care to share?” she asked, offering a cup.



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Zena 1
(5/2/03 8:12 pm)

Dreamstew

The incense wafting from a pot of simmering stew wove itself around Zena’s head, lifting it from the bunched up blanket where it lay. “Mmmmm, dinner. Dinner? Who cooked?” She sat up and rubbed the clouds from her eyes, looking around for the source of the smell. She shook off the stiffness of her body and followed her nose to the fire. On the campfire the cooking pot was bubbling and full to the brim with a delicious stew of tender vegetables and bits of meat. Phalon, who seemed to be adding a few spices to the mixture, smiled and handed her a bowl and the ladle.
“Thanks Phalon. It looks great.” She leaned forward and whispered, “Who cooked?”
Evergreen sauntered up behind them then and tapped Zena on the shoulder so that she would turn and said, “It wasn’t me.”
“Oh. I didn’t mean. . .”
“Yeah, you did. But it’s ok. Sit down.”
They all sat down around the fire for the evening meal, grateful for the warmth that food and good company brings. There was little conversation until everyone had eaten their fill.
“You know, I think we should eat it with something,” Zena swallowed from the bowl and picked up the root vegetables with her fingers.
“You mean like, eat it with bread? Or wine?” Evergreen tossed the bits of meat into Zena’s bowl where they disappeared as soon as they fell.
“No. I mean like the way you eat cheese with a knife.”
“By the gods Zena, what ARE you talking about. You can’t eat broth with a knife. You’d starve before you got enough. Especially YOU.”
“Not a knife. Another thing. Like a little bowl with maybe a handle to hang on to. Then you could scoop up the liquid. It could be called a. . a. . scoop.”
“Too much trouble,” Evergreen grunted. “Who wants two bowls?”
“I would. I’m going to try it. I can carve it out of wood tomorrow.”
Evergreen just gave Zena the arched eyebrow and having finished her meal, went to brush down Whisperer and Ergo. Phalon and Blackwolf were looking over the contents of Phalon’s pack and in the flickering firelight the others all seemed lost in their own thoughts. The familiar forest sounds around them were an Amazon lullabye. It was a good time to curl up with a full stomach, in a safe place, and watch the stars go by.
For a time Zena lay on her back and looked at the patterns of the tiny dots of fire in the inky sky and then she fell asleep under Xendra’s white cloak. She awoke briefy as Evergreen settled down nearby and she murmured, “Evergreen?”
“Zena, why are you not asleep?”
“I am. Really, I am. Evergreen?”
“Now what?”
“Should I make you a scoop?”
“No.”
“Alright.”
“Ok. Make me a scoop.” Zena smiled in the dark and turned over.
All was quiet.

She saw him again in her dreamscape, sitting on the stairs, waiting. It was foggy all around him and she squinted her eyes trying to see him better. As he became clearer she saw him raise one hand slowly, reaching for her. She stretched out her hand but he was too far away for them to touch and he called out, “Remember. .”
She gasped and sat straight up startled to find herself in another place, her heart pounding in her ears. Phalon and Blackwolf were sharing a cup of tea, oblivious to the dreamed drama behind them.



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shamrock xwp
(5/3/03 11:00 am)

That mystery gal on the black horse is still riding . . .

The sound of pounding hooves, the smell of fresh morning air after an all night rain, and the chill right down to your bones from having slept out in it and being soaked through to the skin really makes a person re-think their career decision . . .


When last seen our two travelers were camping along the road and heading to deliver a message to someone a long long way from Britannia . . . The messenger was no worse for the wear, and the young slave's boo boo's were healing nicely, in another week you'd never know. The two of them fought constantly . . .

"Look he's a big horse! He's high spirited. I can't help it if you don't like the ride. If he had more than two speeds, I'd use 'em. But as it is, we've got breakneck speed or stop," explained the messenger.

"Yea, well you've got a saddle and I just bump bump bump along back here behind it. My bruises have bruises! Why can't I just get down and walk for a while?" complained the slave girl.

"Why can't I just get down and walk for a while?," whined the messenger mockingly. "We'll, never get where we are going if I have to wait for you to walk there. And I didn't see ANY bruises on your flat lil back side this morning when we changed into dry clothes."

"Well, just because you can't see them from a distance doesn't mean my butt doesn't hurt. And I'll thank you to stop looking while I change clothes. A girl can't find any privacy out here on the road."

The messenger issued a challenge "Shall I turn around and sell you back to the tavern where I picked you up?"

. . . and so it went day in day out . . .

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EvergreenLM
(5/3/03 4:54 pm)

The familiar forest sounds around them were an Amazon lullabye. It was a good time to curl up with a full stomach, in a safe place, and watch the stars go by.

For a time Zena lay on her back and looked at the patterns of the tiny dots of fire in the inky sky and then she fell asleep under Xendra’s white cloak. She awoke briefly as Evergreen settled down nearby and she murmured, “Evergreen?”
“Zena, why are you not asleep?”
“I am. Really, I am. Evergreen?”
“Now what?”
“Should I make you a scoop?”
“No.”
“Alright.”
“Ok. Make me a scoop.” Zena smiled in the dark and turned over.
All was quiet.

Evergreen inwardly laughed and thought just how much she cared for this life long companion. No two could be closer, even those born of the same blood did not share the same path these two traveled together.

But thoughts of another sister, one truly born of blood, continued to call Evergreen from a distant unseen place. The insistent beckoning grew stronger with the passing of days and would not be silenced.

She isn’t going to understand, but I must do what my heart knows I must do.

Zena’s slow inhale and exhale of deep sleep could be heard in the stillness. Evergreen knew her well, and with a full stomach of Phalon’s rich stew, Zena would not rise and shine easily come the morrow.

Evergreen listened to the murmurings of Phalon and Blackwolf as they talked of the preceding events, speculated as to where the band of women would now go…”my home is always welcomed to my sisters…I would love to see my family again”.

The wistful tone in Phalon’s voice was easily discernable. Blackwolf gave a hearty agreement to the plan saying they should discuss it with the others at the morning campfire.

Family…what do I really know of mine…how do I ever set right Mother taking Leara away from her own mother…Roman yes, but a mother first. Who was to say that Leara would not have been loved or been given opportunities… a heritage taken from her as she lived in a forest with those who hated all Romans. Leara was robbed of her birthright and, now, it was time to try to set that straight.

Evergreen did not sleep, but lay watching the stars until the dark night slowly stepped from the path of the gray morning light. Phalon and Blackwolf had concluded their exchange and too had moved closer to the fire and slept. Evergreen heard the dying pops and crackles of the wood.

Slowly rolling off to one side, she quietly sat up and slipped on her boots. With one fluid motion she rose to her feet, momentarily watched the group as they slept, turned and walked in the direction of the tethered horses.

The thick forest canopy had not been penetrated by the oncoming light and was dark as Evergreen threw the colorful blanket and saddle up to Whisperer’s back.

Reaching underneath the horse’s belly, she grasped the belt and the cinch effortlessly looping one into the other. Evergreen raised a boot and pushed on Whisperer’s side tightening the cinch… I know you old friend…you’ll blow out on me and just when I am at full gallop, the saddle will slip sending me crashing to the ground…we’ve played out that game, haven’t we love…?

When the saddle was secured, Evergreen rechecked the bit assuring that it was not too tight. Patting Whisperer on the neck, the small Amazon stepped back placing her foot into the stirrup. As her leg rose ascending the tall horse, fingers with the grip of a god, clamped on to Evergreen’s calf causing her to flinch in pain.

The brogue was unmistakable. “And jist weir da ye thin’ ye be goin’ in the dark?”

“Let go of my leg and I will tell you…right after I finish knocking you to the ground!”

“Ahhhh!” Evergreen cried out as the vise like hand twisted the imprisoned leg.

“Okay…[sign in to see URL] go…I’ll tell ya…I promise…just let go will ya…”

Whisperer turned his head and snorted at BhenRudha…Even my horse doesn’t like her…

Evergreen dismounted onto one foot. “[sign in to see URL]...” Hopping around rubbing her calf, she finally spoke to her purveyor of pain. “What ya go and do that for? I thought you would be glad to see me go.”

The Red woman stepped forward, bent down, once again reaching for the leg.

“Yoou din na’ answer me question small warrior…is it more pain ya be wan’tin?”

“No…nooo. [sign in to see URL] is not good.” Evergreen stood contemplating the menacing woman standing in front of her. One moment she wanted to strike the living breath from her, and the next, felt an odd bond…caring?…Nah…I wouldn’t go that far…well…maybe a little that far.”

“Did ya ever have unfinished business? Something left undone…something that needs redirection…a debt so to speak? I do, Red. And only I can set it right."

Softly Evergreen continued, “I have a sister. Her name is Leara and she is out there,” Evergreen made a sweeping motion towards the forest, “and I have to find her…I just do. Can you understand that? Can you?”

Without speaking a word, Red stood back and cupped her hands interlacing her fingers. “How ‘bout a leg up warrior?”

Evergreen smiled and stared intently into eyes deep enough to become irrevocably lost. “Thank you.”

Stepping from Red’s hands into the saddle, Evergreen gathered up the reins,pulled to the right as she kicked Whisperer and sounded a soft “click”.

But as the horse moved forward, the reins were jerked back halting the painted pony. Evergreen looked back over her shoulder as Whisperer pranced eager to be guided once again by the familiar weight on his back.

“Red…tell Zena…I…never mind…just tell [sign in to see URL] them all... I’ll be back”

Evergreen leaned forward in the saddle. And with another heel kick to the side and a “Yah!, Whisperer”, horse and rider were swallowed up in the dense forest as the first rays of dawn danced in and out of the pine branches.

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(5/4/03 12:11 am)

Quiet night beneath the stars

Content that Zena would rest through the night, under the white cloak. The smell of bitter tea brewing, drew me towards the firelight. It has been so long since I could sit back and enjoy the night and the company of others.

I watched from Zena’s side as Phalon walked over to her horse and pulled the colorful scarves from her saddlebag. As she and Blackwolf carried on a conversation, I grin as I recall the last time those scarves brought a smile to my face.

Many moons ago it seemed, yet it was just like yesterday. When dressed as a mystic fortune-teller with Gabbyfan and little dog in tow. The baubles and bangles…the raising of the staff to read the Roman soldier’s future…A smile broadened across my face.

The night quiet…peaceful. I walk to the fire and kneel down, warming myself. Blackwolf and Phalon sat discussing the healing herbs and plants that could be found nearby.

The stars above shown brightly and the night sky was amazingly clear…Suddenly the peace is broken by Zena startling awake.

I look towards her as she obviously began to look for her friend Evergreen…I looked around puzzled…where is Evergreen? I thought as I scanned the campsite. I look towards the horses. Where is Whisperer? Evergreen and her horse are gone…I can only see the shape of one woman…It is the Red Woman. As she stands near the horses.

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Zena 1
(5/4/03 10:42 am)

On the Road Again

The dream already fading with the night, Zena looked around to see if she had disturbed Evergreen. The bedroll was gone but the depression in the grass was still warm. At the horses Red stood with arms folded watching something in the distance and did not turn as Zena approached.
“She’s nae here.”
Zena looked in the direction that held Red’s attention but saw nothing.
“Where has she gone?” Red shrugged.
“She ha’ gone ta find the sister.” Puella had moved into earshot. “What sister?”
Zena sighed. “ Leara.” She ran her thumb over the heavy ring on her hand and looked off to the rising sun. “She’ll find us, I trust her homing instinct. I have something to do too, but I’m not certain exactly what. I have to keep a promise I made and I need to be somewhere south of Rome.”
Red shrugged again and they gathered the others.

They ate quickly without the benefit of scoops and packed their saddlebags. With the fire extinguished and scattered Phalon took charge of the directions. Zena lingered behind long enough to look over the battlefield one last time and then caught up with the group.

Edited by: Zena 1 at: 5/7/03 5:25:49 pm

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BhenRudha
(5/5/03 12:20 am)

Outside the Golden Circle

It was the sound of her shoulder snapping back into place, followed by the crack of her leg setting, that finally pulled Bhen Rudha from the darkness she had been wallowing in. Odd that there was no real pain, only the complaining of her body at having so much work to do.

The priestess had not expected to lay within the forest she died in when arriving in the Summerlands. It did not feel right to be upon the ground with a sword next to her and the feel of feathers in her hands. There was something wrong.

She took a deep breath, wanting to puzzle out the mystery, and her chest seized suddenly with agony. Memory surged with the waves of pain, and for a long time, all she could remember was lightening.

* * *


With her shattered voice, she pronounced, “Thrice I be namin’ ye. Thrice I be claimin’ ye. From this world ye are banished by me!”

Kedos screamed and lashed out at the priestess with a bolt of lightening, catching her in the chest, sending lances of soul deep pain radiating through her body. She was lifted keening from the ground and flung into the forest. As she flew, she could feel the primordial entity fight against her claim. It tried to crush her mind, seeking freedom even in these last moments.

There was no thought left within her . . . only Kedos. It was having its retribution now, before defeat was final. They would perish together it seemed.

A desperate animal caught in a trap, the priestess could see only one way out of the torture. Evergreen’s blade rose, seemingly of its own accord and plunged into the knot of rage and terror that squeezed her heart. At that moment, her body crashed to the ground, driving the sword further into her chest and out her back.

She thought it was strange that there was no pain, only a terrible weakness that flooded her limbs. As blackness swarmed her senses she lifted a last prayer to the Goddess that she had been enough. A wave of pride and love flowed through her just before her voice, the only one that could release Kedos, was silenced.

* * *


Bhen Rudha slowly uncurled her body as the last wave of memory released her. She could feel the remnant of hatred coiled just under her heart, pulsing against the frail mortal body that contained it. Just as she had held the winds, she now held a piece of Kedos, and knew somehow that the ache would never leave her, even in death.

Dust choked her and she coughed. When that brought no new agony, she placed her palms against the forest floor and attempted to push herself upright. It was then she discovered the body of a raven tucked lovingly in her arms.

Without warning, a sob tightened her throat. She knew now that she was not dead, for in the Summerland she would have been spared such torment. Unable to bottle the emotion away, she let herself weep. Silently a pair of ravens landed near the priestess, trying to give what comfort they might. She waved an arm to drive them off, unable to face either their blame or forgiveness, and so they took wing again, to grieve together and wait.

Once her tears were spent, she was finally able to rise. Her body shook, struggling to continue repairing the damage caused by her fight. Sucking in a deep breath, she looked around her resting place. The glint of gold caught her eye, and she noticed Phalon’s robe bunched upon the ground. It was covered in a fine layer of dust that caught the light. As she reached to pick it up, the priestess noticed that she too was now covered, and wondered at its meaning.

Wondered too why she had been driven back to life. Had not she given everything? Was not she entitled to the rest and healing of the Summerland? She sent her queries to the Goddess and received silence as her answer.

Cast adrift, with no immediate goal before her, she felt a sudden need to return to the battlefield. With sword and robe tucked within her arms, she started limping through the forest. And even though she was desperate to reach the others, she was nonetheless forced to turn once and gaze upon the lifeless raven upon the ground. Teeth clenched against fresh grief, it took a long moment before she could tear herself away and push on.

The past could only haunt her, she needed a future.

Perhaps if she knew they had survived it would be enough for her to have one.

Edited by: BhenRudha at: 5/5/03 4:50:41 am



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